by the pricking of your thumbs...

Crystal water turns to dark
Where ere its presence leaves its mark
And boiling currents pound like drums
When something wicked this way comes...


A presence dark invades the fair
And gives the horses ample scare
Chaos rains and panic fills the air
When something wicked this way comes...


Ill winds mark it's fearsome flight,
And autumn branches creak with fright.
The landscape turns to ashen crumbs,
When something wicked this way comes...


Flowers bloom as black as night
Removing color from your sight
Nightmarish vines block your way
Thorns reach out to catch their prey

And by the pricking of your thumbs
Realize that their poison numbs
From frightful blooms, rank odors seep
Bats & beasties fly & creep

'Cross this evil land, ill winds blow
Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow
All will rot & decompose
For something wicked this way grows...

from the obviously-titled 'Something Wicked this Way Comes,' by Ray Bradbury.

that ish used to scare me so hard when i was young (probably into my teens, honestly). the book, the animated film. ...shivers down my spine just thinking about it.

no cartoon should be that scary, and no parent should allow a sensitive, young (14-year-old) child to watch such a terrifying film.


at any rate...
as i'm sure you know, 'tis the night when the realm of the living is dangerously near to the realm of the dead.


happy halloweeeeeen. and good luck out there...